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I haven’t written anything in quite a while, quite a long time actually, and it kind of feels like I’ve gotten somekind of almost-permentant “writers block” (not that I am much of a writer in actuality). Maybe I can blame uni and whatnot, but eh.

Anyway, this small, small piece of text was kind of hard to write. The feeling I tried to catch is something that feels.. hm, detached. So it’s quite bad and quite weird. But atleast I managed to write something. And it’s more of a poem than a story, or rather, it is.

No change

In a room seluded from time.
In a room where nothing changes.
The seasons outside changes, but the room stays the same.
The flower withers but the room stays the same.
People come and people goes, but I stay the same.
Sheets get changed, the room gets cleaned and nice,
but nothing changes.
It’s always the same.
Ignorning time, ignoring life.
In this room where the outside is simply observered.
Where the trees sway in the wind, where the sun goes
up and down.
It won’t change.
And neither will This.

This was one I got the core idea which is just a small fraction from the whole part while laying around doing nothing, the rest of the story is well…
The type where you write as you go I guess. For once, it’s a bit on the longer part. And I guess I really need to stop with the “The girl” thing huh?

The usual trivia:
Written: 14/7 -11
Time: 23:13 – 23:45
Words: ~987

And a small note: This story could be 2 types of story, one – the kind where you have to figure out the ending yourself
(aka open ending) and second – closed ending. If you wish to come up with your own ending, stop reading at the ~~’s, or if you want
come up with your own & read the ending I created, it’s up to you ^^

Enjoy it as you please!

A white room and rain

The girl was laying in the white sofa, in the white room, staring at the fan on the ceiling. Her arm dangling down from the side, slightly touching the floor. Her other hand was acting as a shade for the eyes, so that the lights from the fan wouldn’t dazzle her. Aside from the sofa and the fan, there was nothing more in the plain white room, except a window and a door. A door she never went out of. And the window facing the never changing scenery of gray-blue with rain.